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Our ball which art oval,
Gilbert be thy name.
Thy will be kicked,
Thy will be passed,
On this pitch, as it is at Twickenham.
Give us this day many tries,
And forgive us our fouls,
As we forgive the ref who notices them.
Lead us not into touch,
But deliver us from penalties,
For thine is the tryline, the goal kick, and the glory,
Ruck over and over,
Amen.
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